The search for fact not truth I am a sucker for the siren The old man becomes lost We all are blind In tunnels of rats - and fire I find your shield - your sword In cathedrals we search X marks the spot We descend With bone and cloth - we light the path In your tomb - I see the answer In tunnels of rats - and fire I find your shield - your sword The search for fact not truth I am a sucker for the siren The old man is lost We all are blind My soul is prepared How’s yours?